The tables are bursting with snacks, champagne pours like a river
And the relatives are in a hurry to get to know their new relatives together
And now the guests are all smart, noisy, cheerful
And a three-row accordion rings over the villages, but over the villages.
Bitter, oh, bitter! The accordion sings loudly
Bitter, oh, bitter! People are walking at the wedding
And the beautiful bride with a white, long veil
And the mother-in-law sits smiling, and next to the father-in-law is young
And now the guests are all smart, noisy, a little drunk
And a three-row accordion rings over the forests and over the glades.
Bitter, oh, bitter! The accordion sings loudly
Bitter, oh, bitter! People are walking at the wedding
And heels knock on wood, there is no time to sit down
Eh, for the mother-in-law, but even the father-in-law started dancing for the brother-in-law
And now the guests are all smart, noisy, beautiful
And a three-row accordion rings, but over the motherland, but over Russia.
Bitter, oh, bitter! The accordion sings loudly
Bitter, oh, bitter! People are walking at the wedding
